The white car that Surya and his master rode was driving fast. They were forced to leave Aruna because the meeting schedule was waiting.

Hendra had asked Surya to send another car to take Aruna home. In fact, the girl was very relaxed in response. ​​

"Just make it simple. There are a lot of Okejek (online ride and taxi application), you guys just go first, I can go home alone." Aruna said goodbye with a sweet smile.

The girl was different, whether in friendship or business. Hendra was often faced with women who ask for more respect in all things. Sometimes, someone deliberately forced him to take her home, or they were deliberately stalling for their own sake.

"Surya, do you realise that I lose control every time I face that little girl?"

"Who? Do you mean Aruna?"

"Yes... After I thought about what I was doing, I stood in front of the lobby, even had time to pull her hand and argue."

"Maybe because she's your future wife so you get carried away." Surya and his boss talked outside of the SOP when they were alone.

"Can be..."

Today, Hendra felt more talkative and childish. He was the type of person who found it difficult to chat casually with anyone. He didn't even care about other people.

"Next time you need clarification. I'm not your junior. We're classmates." Hendra ordered.

"Every now and then I look cool, what's wrong with it?" Surya made an excuse.

Although Hendra was three years younger than him, they were actually one campus and one class at Stanford University.

Hendra picked up a high school classmate to be used as supervision during his college years before his grandfather dispatched more supervisors that must be troublesome.

Surya had no other choice. Even though he was smart and could enter any campus, Surya realised he came from an ordinary family. Going to an elite high school because of the charity scholarship from Wenceslas's subsidiaries was a miracle for him.

Meanwhile, Hendra's younger age started from his short elementary school days with homeschooling.

Hendra only got to know school activities at the age of 10 after passing the equivalency test and junior high school entrance test. Therefore, during his junior and high school years, the Wenceslas's heir was always younger than his peers.

"What are your plans with Aruna' start-up?" Surya asked.

"I don't know. I almost couldn't believe why I should help her. She must have a good business before our breakup later." Hendra explained.

"Again, for your own sake only." Surya replied.

***

"Ah, it drives me crazy. What time is it?? (Feeling like crying)."

Aruna nimbly ran and opened the door of a two-story shop rented with her friends. The Magic Letter Outlet. Ah, not more precisely, the base of her less busy friend.

"Hey, wake up..." Aruna kicked Damar's leg.

He was a young man who spent much of his free time playing games at the Magic Letter base. It looked like he played all night and fell asleep there.

"Help me clean up (Ah, I'm going crazy)." Aruna screamed in panic.

"Oh, I still want to sleep. Open your eyes Aruna. Look, we've tidied it up." The man curled up again and lost consciousness (fell asleep again).

"Wow... You are possessed by a good genie. Where are the others?"

"Waaah... You are really amazing, my eyes dazzled to see it … Blah blah blah..." Aruna was incoherently babbling.

She ran up and down the stairs to make sure everything was neat. It turned out it was already neat.

This place had never been so clean and tidy in all its life, except for the 1st-floor, a minimalist product display and front officer combined with several seats for the customer, sweet white nuance, artistic but straightforward, almost like a cafe with a modern millennial theme.

It came from the donations given by Anantha and Alia after their visitation.

Not to mention the 2nd-floor, it is divided into two rooms. One of them was the creation room. To be exact, the workshop was a mess—the place where they actually work with paper, beads, scissors, and sticky poetic phrases.

Everything was neat today. They were beautifully arranged in their place.

And another room on the second floor—a place with an LCD tv on almost all the time. It was a casual meeting room with a puzzle base, a large oval table with a glass board on one side of the wall to express their ideas.

This was where they met and relaxed. Usually, there were game sticks scattered about. Not to mention headset and charger cable or laptop were lying down.

Now all those things mentioned were gone. Maybe those were in the cupboard. Oh, there was still one annoying thing, the big giraffe-patterned pillow where Damar was drowsy.

"Damar, wake up, until when are you going to sleep?" The man just indistinctly wriggled.

"I'll flush you!" Aruna decided to take her drinking water bottle so that Damar was threatened.

Finally, Damar sat resignedly.

"Buy a snack or something, our client will come in an hour."

"Just buy it using Okefood (online food ordering application) I want to take a shower." Damar lazily replied.

"Hey, the rule is you can't take a shower here." Aruna reminded.

Even though they worked together even late, these young people had clear boundaries. As the outlet closes at 21.00, only men are allowed to sleep at the Magic Letter outlet. Except for overtime together.

It was forbidden to bathe here. The fear was that it would actually be used as a boarding house. They were initially taking a long shower, washing clothes.

"There is nothing more worthy of me to strive for than you. Let me explain how much I struggled last night to prepare everything for you. I just hope a little ...."

"You're going crazy, literature student! TAKE A SHOWER NOW!!"

Aruna actually threw her water bottle, welcomed by Damar's winning run. The man chuckled as he descended the stairs to the bathroom on the 1st-floor.

Damar, a 3rd-year student, majoring in Indonesian Literature. Taking the major because of his talent. Even though he was lazy, the young man always got good grades in every subject.

His appearance looked messy. His hair was wavy and irregular. He lightly dressed up, but when he tied his hair back, there would be lots of girls admiring him.

The main reason why this unclear young man was famous was his personal Instagram account.

With his poetic words and actions as an author, almost every content he created was flooded with likes and comments.

No wonder he had lots of followers.

Well, he was the Magic Letter content creator. Even though design wasn't his forte, it couldn't be denied that the flood of orders for Love Letters and Broken Heart Letters then developed into other knick-knacks, were started with the charm of each word Damar assembled.